Palgrave's Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics ...Macmillan, 1903 |
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... heart , Disdain'st the wealth of art , And gauds , and pageant weeds , and trailing pall , But com'st , a decent maid 10 In Attic robe array'd , O chaste , unboastful Nymph , to thee I call ! 40 35 338 390 25 By all the honey'd store On ...
... heart , Disdain'st the wealth of art , And gauds , and pageant weeds , and trailing pall , But com'st , a decent maid 10 In Attic robe array'd , O chaste , unboastful Nymph , to thee I call ! 40 35 338 390 25 By all the honey'd store On ...
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... heart can gold despise ? What Cat's averse to fish ? Presumptuous maid ! with looks intent Again she stretch'd , again she bent , Nor knew the gulf between- Malignant Fate sat by and smiled- The slippery verge her feet beguiled ; She ...
... heart can gold despise ? What Cat's averse to fish ? Presumptuous maid ! with looks intent Again she stretch'd , again she bent , Nor knew the gulf between- Malignant Fate sat by and smiled- The slippery verge her feet beguiled ; She ...
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... hearts to guard the fair : - Rule , Britannia ! Britannia rules the waves ! Britons never shall be slaves ! THE BARD Pindaric Ode ' Ruin seize thee , ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Tho ' fann'd by Conquest's crimson ...
... hearts to guard the fair : - Rule , Britannia ! Britannia rules the waves ! Britons never shall be slaves ! THE BARD Pindaric Ode ' Ruin seize thee , ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Tho ' fann'd by Conquest's crimson ...
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... heart , Ye died amidst your dying country's cries— No more I weep ; They do not sleep ; On yonder cliffs , a griesly band , 335 40 I see them sit ; They linger yet , 45 Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they ...
... heart , Ye died amidst your dying country's cries— No more I weep ; They do not sleep ; On yonder cliffs , a griesly band , 335 40 I see them sit ; They linger yet , 45 Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they ...
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... heart we consecrate . ( The web is wove ; The work is done . ) ( Weave we the woof ; The thread is spun ; ) 100 -Stay , oh stay ! nor thus forlorn Leave me unbless'd , unpitied , here to mourn : In yon bright track that fires the ...
... heart we consecrate . ( The web is wove ; The work is done . ) ( Weave we the woof ; The thread is spun ; ) 100 -Stay , oh stay ! nor thus forlorn Leave me unbless'd , unpitied , here to mourn : In yon bright track that fires the ...
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